OOM: Iceland

[onceaviking]

The trip ended up being rather uneventful. That is often the case when you spend the actual time traveling in a sleek coffin, as you do when you are a vampire traveling with Anubis Air during daytime.

They'd arrived in Keflavík Airport just before sundown, and the coffins had been taken by to Reykjavik, a 45 minute drive on a good day. Or night. As it were.

The hotel was of the big, boxy and shiny variety, although the windows had obviously been blinded once it had been bought up by Carmilla, a hotel chain catering to vampires across the globe.
The concierge was an attractive, lithe blond female vampire who spoke perfect English and matched the Nordic decor. Everything was light and airy and minimalistic with designer furniture, a futuristic fireplace and elegantly draped sheepskins atop the couches.

"We have your suite ready. It is the Presidential Suite on the top floor and it is annexed by an additional bedroom. Will you be using coffins or beds?"

There was discreet posters advertising the spa, harnessing the magic and might of a natural, thermal spring. Vampires and a few humans were scattered about the lobby. Two of the humans were acting as pre-dinner drinks in a way that would not have flown back in Louisiana. Not in a place with windows this size at ground level.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam thought she missed a few drops on Magni's throat, she muses wryly.

They reach the top floor and make their way down the hall, Pam steering Helen with a cool hand at the back of her neck, and they stop at Eric's door.

They'll have to decide who goes first with whom.

[onceaviking]

Daddy is obviously feeling generous tonight.

Eric looks at Pam. Then he lifts an eyebrow. Ever so slightly.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam blinks.

And smiles.

And she sidles up to Eric, and slips her hand into his robe pocket to retrieve her key card. The back of her hand brushes against his thigh in the process.

She then leads Helen over to her own room and they both disappear inside. But not before Pam gives Eric a look that would melt a human.

[onceaviking]

The brush against his thigh elicits a tiny, little smile.
And the way he looks after her, till the door swings closed, matches her own look in intensity. And heat.

Then he turns his attention back to Magni as he opens the door to his own room and leads him inside.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Housekeeping has made sure that Pam's bed is fitted with pink silk sheets, just as she likes it.

"Go ahead and get comfortable," Pam purrs at Helen, who tosses her clothes onto the long leather couch under the huge window that affords a spectacular view of the city and starry sky.

But that's not the kind of view either woman is interested in right now.

Helen sheds her robe and climbs onto the bed, luxuriating in the silk sheets against her flushed skin. Pam eyes her hungrily, smells her blood and arousal.

And she has a thought.

It could be fun.

Like old times. Almost.

She crosses the room and opens the door to the adjoining suite.

"You fellas wanna watch?"

[onceaviking]

There has obviously been less focus on luxuriating in silk sheets and having sensuous experiences in the adjoining room.

Magni is on his back on the bed and Eric is perched over him, fangs down.
He looks up.

Smiling.

"Oh yes," he practically purrs as he slides back to his feet. Magni scrambles to get up as well, mindful of his straining cock.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam steps back from the door to let them through. She is also mindful of Magni's cock, eyeing it with a little smirk as he passes.

And Eric can always bite him if his fangs ache too much while watching her and Helen. She guarantees he'll need to.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over to that her couch and pushes Helen's stuff off it before settling down.

It gives a fine view of the bed and it allows Magni to sit down next to him, somewhat reclined.

But not relaxed.


Eric runs a huge cool hand across Magni's abdomen, his eye fixed on the two women on the bed.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam and Helen are kneeling on the bed, facing each other. Pam keeps eye contact with her. Smoldering, burning eye contact, as she pulls the string of her bikini top loose. It falls away from her breasts, full and firm. Helen's gaze falters as she's distracted by them.

Pam then unties the string keeping her thong on. She pulls the tiny garment free and tosses it to Eric with a smirk.

The last time he's seen her naked was in the 1980s. So this is a pretty big deal.

But he can only watch. And she finds that she still likes the feeling that he gives her.

She drops fang with a soft hiss and grasps the back of Helen's neck, pulling her in for a kiss full on the mouth. Helen moans and rubs up against her cool body, eager hands reaching for her hips.

[onceaviking]

Eric catches the thrown thong without looking.

That would mean he'd have to take his eyes off Pam.
She still looks just like he remembers her.

He still likes looking at her.

Especially like this.

When she drops fang, he finds himself hissing a little as well, pulling Magni closer so he can run his lips (and fangs) along the warm skin in his neck.

Magni moans as he leans into the pull, letting one hand drop down to touch himself.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam breaks the kiss and then puts Helen on her back, spreading her legs and kneeling between them, looming over her. (She doesn't loom as well as Eric, but she's still a dominant force.)

She runs a hand down Helen's body, over her breast, her flat, warm belly that flutters at her touch, and finally between her thighs. Helen whimpers as she cups her, and breathes out hot, sweet sighs when two cool fingers slip inside her. She's so wet.

Pam leans down to lick and nibble at her breasts without breaking the skin. Listening to the rush of her blood, her pounding heartbeat. Pam moves her lips and teeth up toward her throat, bared fully each time she arches with pleasure.

Her fingers move deeper, quicker. Helen gasps, crying out. And Pam bites her, catching a gush of hot blood in her mouth. She swallows deeply, sucking at the wound, while her fingers continue to work at her.

[onceaviking]

The room is filling up with sounds now. Helen's moans and gasps, Pam's suckling, Magni's suppressed grunts and the sound of his hand on his cock, a low hiss from Eric. And scents. Blood and sex.

Eric snarls and bites down on Magni's neck and he comes with a shudder, making a low and guttural sound. Eric swallows wetly and runs a large hand down his side, all the better to feel him tremble.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Helen writhes desperately with silent gasps when Pam doesn't stop, peaking again as she grasps at the smooth sheets. Pam then withdraws her fingers and begins to grind against her. Cold flesh against hot. Slick.

Pam utters a growling purr, her mouth still fixed on Helen's throat, tongue coaxing her blood to keep flowing. She grinds slower, harder, with sensual undulations of her body, breasts and bellies flush.

Helen cries out again, a high-pitched, trembling wail.

She smells so good.

Pam pulls her mouth away from her neck, and nicks her tongue on a fang. She licks her bites closed. And with Helen's blood on her lips, she dips her head to kiss her clavicle, leaving a bloody kiss-print. And then one on her nipple (giving her piercing a flick of her tongue). Then one on her belly, and on her hip.

Just a trail for Eric to follow. Thinking of him, like always.

[onceaviking]

Eric drinks deeply, without taking his eyes away from the wanton display in front of them.
Magni is resting against him, limp after having come, and so Eric bites down on his own tongue When Pam does the same, but instead of licking the bites, he dips his head and kisses Magni. Deeply and aggressively.

Revivingly.

Magni moans and moves into the kiss as his hands move up Eric's brawny arms and his cock hardens again.

He wouldn't want Pam to miss out.

[lazy_but_loyal]

As Helen tries to come down, taking deep gasping breaths, she turns her head in time to watch Eric kiss her boyfriend. She exhales a whimper and her toes curl.

Pam grazes her hipbone with her teeth, also watching, and she purrs.

She dips her head between Helen's thighs and kisses her once more. Deeply, with tongue. Cold, hard fangs pressing dangerously against delicate flesh.

Helen comes yet again, riding out the waves of the last orgasm.

Pam smiles, and lifts her head, licking her lips. These two humans seem to be so sensitive.

[onceaviking]

Eric moves his mouth away from Magni's and looks up.
Straight at Pam.

And Helen who is writhing, her hands moving aimless, one on the bedding, the other skimming across her face.
Because who wouldn't look at that?

"Wanna trade?" he asks.
Now that he's made sure that Magni still has some fun left in him.

His eyes are drawn to Pam's little alluring touches, the left behind marks of her bloody lips.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Mmmm, I'd love to."

It's probably best not to move the humans right now. They're at the height of arousal, and you wouldn't want to disrupt that.

So Pam stretches and sits back on her heels, running her hands over Helen's thighs before gracefully slipping off the bed. She approaches the sofa, moving like a lioness. Her gaze shifts from Magni to Eric, the corner of her mouth pulling back in a tiny smirk.

[onceaviking]

And that smirk is mirrored by Eric as he shifts Magni down on the couch and gets up, in one smooth motion.

Those tiny, red briefs are struggling by now.


He passes close by Pam, eyes locked with hers - and then, briefly, detouring to her full, bloodstained lips - and three cool fingers stroking lightly along her hand, as he moves past.

And then he is the one towering over Helen, who has hardly caught her breath yet or gotten her bearings back. Her smile up at him is a little hazy. And her scent is -

He growls and leans down to kiss her.
Possessivly.
Aggressively.

Eagerly.

[lazy_but_loyal]

If Pam still had a working heart, it would probably flutter at Eric's touch.

As it is, her smirk deepens, and she glances downward over her shoulder as he passes just to see his ass.

It's true, those tiny, red briefs can only stretch so much.

But now Magni is laid out on the couch for her, just needing to be fucked. With Eric's blood in him, he ought to be able to withstand her if she gets too carried away.

She straddles him and he gasps as she presses the apex of her thighs against the underside of his cock. The feel of his hot, firm flesh makes her upper lip curl back in a hissing purr, and she sweeps her hands down his chest and stomach. She knows he wants to thrust up at her. But he won't until she gives a sign that he can.

So well-trained already.

She leans over him and kisses him, hard and ravenously, fangs still down.

[onceaviking]

Helen has already spread her legs and when Eric,leans down she moves up against him, her hot, wet sex pressed against the fabric covered bulge in his red briefs.

He can feel her warmth through the fabric.

He can smell her.

He moves his mouth away from her lips and follows the trail Pam has left for him, licking at the already drying smears of blood and then, briefly, fucking her with his cool tongue as he moves a hand down to get rid of the briefs.

They may not be salvageable.

Pam might forgive him that.

Helen keens and moans and writhes, almost verging on the edge of hysteria, as she feels him deep, but not deep enough.

And then he suddenly is deep enough, fully sheathed and heavy on top of her, biting down on her neck as he drives into her with something that might resemble abandon, but isn't.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam begins to rock her hips as she continues to kiss Magni deeply, and he groans into her mouth, his entire body straining. When she pulls her lips away to let him breathe, she catches a flash of torn red fabric out of the corner of her eye.

She pauses to watch Eric penetrate Helen. And then start to fuck her. She exhales a quiet (completely unnecessary) breath.

Glancing down, she sees that Magni is captivated as well. Leaving the side of his neck bared.

Pam grabs his hair to keep his head in that exact position. And she bites him, at the same time raising her hips to sink down on him, taking him completely inside her.

Magni cries out for many overwhelming reasons.

[onceaviking]

And there, deep inside, he feels how Pam burns. For such is the bond between Maker and Progeny.

And he increases his pace, as he too drinks, his long, strong fingers wrapped in Helen's hair, burying himself in wet heat, letting it fill his mouth to overflowing.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam utters a guttural snarl as the heat fills her. Flowing down her throat, throbbing inside her.

A long time ago, she and Eric would have shared the bed, ravaging both humans between them. There would have been so much more blood. It would have been everywhere.

Being in the same room with him now, she remembers.

She starts moving her hips. Magni chokes out a groan, his fingertips digging into the leather cushions. She moves faster, taking him deeper, squeezing tighter, making him groan louder.

She knows she shouldn't squeeze too tightly, though. She could break him.

Through half-open eyes, Magni still manages to keep watching Eric thrusting into his girlfriend. Gasping and moaning, he lets go of the cushions and instead clings to Pam's pistoning hips.

[onceaviking]

They'd used to do it together, both on the same bed. Both devouring the same human.
Now, he has to look up to see Pam and he does, watching her ride Magni into submission, watching the way she moves, fast and relentlessly.

And he mirrors her speed and her ferocity. Almost.

Helen's vocal cords have obviously grown raw and when he dips his head to kiss her, he makes sure a little of his own blood gets passed along as well. It'd be a shame if she had to stop screaming.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam can taste traces of Eric's blood, tinting Magni's blood with a faint essence of...power. She would know that taste in anyone's bloodstream, no matter how small the drop.

And of course, it reminds her of their bond. And how things used to be between them.

But this, this is pretty good, too.

Pam pulls her mouth away from Magni's neck with a slick, sucking sound. Leaning over him with her hands on his shoulders, she licks her lips, her hips still moving as Magni starts to writhe and thrash underneath her. His skin is hot and slick with sweat, and his breath is coming in ragged gasps. But he's still hard.

Pam can fix that.

She grasps his hands and presses them to her breasts. He's wanted to touch them all night long -- now his hands are filled with them. As she chafes her nipples in his warm, sweaty palms, she purrs and milks his cock even harder, turning his gasps into shouts. He can't hold on much longer. Her thighs, her breasts, her full, red lips and fangs dripping with blood-- it's too much to take...